Tarantella

Do you remember an Inn,     Miranda?     Do you remember an Inn?     And the tedding and the bedding     Of the straw for a bedding,     And the fleas that tease in the High Pyrenees,     And the wine that tasted of tar?     And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers     (Under the vine of the dark veranda)?     Do you remember an Inn, Miranda,     Do you remember an Inn?     And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers     Who hadn't got a penny,     And who weren't paying any,     And the hammer at the doors and the din?     And the hip! hop! hap!     Of the clap     Of the hands to the swirl and the twirl     Of the girl gone chancing,     Glancing,     Dancing,     Backing and advancing,     Snapping of the clapper to the spin     Out and in     And the ting, tong, tang of the guitar!     Do you remember an Inn,     Miranda?     Do you remember an Inn?     Never more;     Miranda,     Never more.     Only the high peaks hoar;     And Aragon a torrent at the door.     No sound     In the walls of the halls where falls     The tread     Of the feet of the dead to the ground,     No sound:     But the boom     Of the far waterfall like doom.